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Brian Weinmann

Being a coach for 17 years, I am sorry to say that I will not be able to attend your class.
I knew in my heart I was missing out on a great instructor.
After reading your view from the bench, I saw my buddy Paul and my old high school.
Many stories I could tell.

David Slotterback

When I was a junior in highschool, I went out for the baseball team. I had never played sports in the past. Though I often did great in practice, I would freeze during the games and ALWAYS struck out. Therefore, I was put on the JV team - the only 11th grader with all 9th graders. Mr. Rodkey was our coach.

Suffice it to say that I still struck out every game and was placed in right field, always praying a ball would never come my way.

It was the very last game of the season. Mr. Rodkey announced that if anyone got a base hit without it being the result of an error, he would buy them a hamburger on the way home at McDonalds. It was my turn to bat. Believe it or not, I hit the ball! As I ran toward first base, the ball hit the firstbaseman and he dropped it (an error...oh well, no hamburger) and I made it to the plate safe. I could hear Mr. Rodkey cheering in the background. I turned around and he was jumping and yelling, swinging his cap, "Yay Slotterback! I am going to buy you a hamburger, coke, and french fries!!" He was genuinely excited for me. I was proudly embarrassed.

At the awards banquest that year, Mr. Rodkey gave the MVP award to someone whom he stated never gave up and should be looked at as an example by all. Imagine my shock when he called my name to receive the award! It was the only non-academic award I have ever received and probably my most treasured. Mr. Rodkey affirmed something in my character development, rather than my academics.

Wow...feels like it was just yesterday...one of my most heart-warming memories of high school. I loved that coach for instilling in me that I was not a quitter and had worth.

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why the bottom of the ninth?

  • For as long as I can remember, I have always loved the game of baseball. Like life, it is a game that is measured in small moments, a single pitch, a missed sign, a sacrifice fly to right in the bottom of the ninth to score the winning run. Moments when things change, sometimes forever. The bottom of the ninth is about those moments.

heartstrings

  • "People will come, Ray... They'll walk out to the bleachers, and sit in shirt-sleeves on a perfect afternoon. They'll find they have reserved seats somewhere along one of the baselines, where they sat when they were children and cheered their heroes. And they'll watch the game, and it'll be as if they'd dipped themselves in magic waters. The memories will be so thick, they'll have to brush them away from their faces. The one constant through all the years has been baseball. ... It reminds us of all that once was good, and it could be again. People will most definitely come." - Field of Dreams, 1989

i believe

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